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wtf?!
03:29 on Sweetmorn, 27 Bureaucracy YOLD 3172 by
We arranged a "svenhippa" (combination of svensexa (bachelor party) and möhippa (bachelorette party)) for a soon to be married couple of friends. Sorts of games and food etc was had at the location being their recently moved into house. In the middle of everything, just as the lucky couple had been chained together and the key to the locks hidden, a random man comes running into the yard like the devil was on his tail, requesting a cup of coffee after catching his breath for a while. He specifically denied being a messenger from Eris when asked. Apparently he was playing in a band that were to go on stage, but his mates thought he was too drunk and told him to run for ten minutes and back again, and drink two cups of coffee. A bit far fetched, eh? Possibly he just didn't, like they normally don't, know he was an Erisian messenger.